A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music.
(Soren Kierkegaard)

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

After We Parted

They don't knowneither do Ido I miss you or the idea of you

I miss your quiet presencebut am made crazywaiting for your words

I miss your willingness to doanythingbut am left wondering if you arejust a pleaser

but how could this beyou don't seem to want toplease medon't understandacknowledge as valid or even seemy deep seated need